May 27, 1973, Sunday

I moved all my stuff into the Michiganders apartment. They think it’s great. My flight was to leaves on Tuesday the twenty ninth. Monday is a holiday. I’m not going. I’m making my stand now. I have to make the navy not want me. Every officer or chief that I have talked to tells me the same thing. I’m not military material. It’s not a good match. However I realize the navy can’t let everyone go that wants to go. Who would be left they ask? My answer is the guys that want to be here would be left. Guys like you. I added, you have enough dummies to order around, you have plenty, you don’t need me. I have to be a thorn in their sides not an open wound. I can’t leave trouble to chance, I’ll pick when, how, where and with whom.

Jeff, Bob and Benny are having a party to celebrate me moving in. All my beach friends think it’s great what I’m doing. They can’t see me as a baby killer, their happy I’m taking a stand. Later.